[henabi]

But she finally lost the battle and let out a soft moan under her breath, “Mmmmmm…”

An announcement melody started playing loudly through the Baggage area PA system. “Dear Passengers, Welcome to Jakarta. Could the Passenger by the name of …..”

The announcement made me realized that we were doing such erotic acts in the public; I quickly loosened my grip on her waist and moved my arm away from her, reminded Maria where we were at that point of time. Receiving the message from my body language, Maria snapped back to Reality and took a few steps back and I gave her a few seconds to re-collect herself. “Sorry Maria…” I broke the silence.

“It’s alright Jon.” Maria responded, while her hands were checking and tidying her dressing and appearance.

“I hope I didn’t frighten you at all. Because…” still worried that she might mistake me for trying to take advantage of her.

“I know Jon… Luckily you pulled me out of the way in time. Otherwise, I might have gotten a few knocks and bruises now…” Maria flashed me a sweet schoolgirl smile. Her now slightly rosy cheeks made her even more attractive. “Well Jon, we should get going now… Otherwise we will be held up by the traffic jam,” Maria pointing to the clock hanging on the wall behind me, reading 9:20am.

I nodded and we swiftly made our way to the security check point at the far end of the Baggage Section.

Nothing much happened as we hurried towards the Security Check Point, except the back of our hands occasionally touching each other. We cleared the security check with a breeze and made our way towards the exterior of the airport where the taxis were. As we passed the huge cascading glass panels dividing the security check point and the taxi booking booths, I could feel the summer heat from outside slowly creeping in and warming up the cool air surrounding my body. The automatic glass panel door dividing the inside and outside of the airport arrival hall was wide open, probably faulty; it offered little resistance against the continuous waves of on-coming summer heat, the first welcome gift to visitors of Jakarta, as we passed through the faulty glass door.

Once outside, several men dressed in traditional Indonesian shirts began to swarm towards us like a pack of hungry wolves, gesturing at us and talking in a heavy mix of Indonesian and English language, which I found it difficult to comprehend but I was able to slightly understand that they were asking whether we require any taxi services. The sight was rather intimidating. And I felt rather uneasy by this; their constant chattering caused me to develop a slight headache. I shook my head to reject those men standing on my left and gestured my right hand to those on my right that I don’t require their services. But unfortunately, they seemed to be blind to my gestures and continued. Luckily, Maria started to speak to them in their mother tongue and soon they dispersed, shrugging their shoulders and chatted among themselves. I looked at Maria with a smile and whispered, “Thank you”.

Maria reciprocated with the same schoolgirl smile and for a brief moment, I was captivated.

Suddenly she held my right hand and started pulling me towards her as she walked briskly towards the right side of the hallway. I was quite surprised by her sudden act. A lot of questions started to flash across my mind. Was it deliberate? Or she wanted to grab me by my arm but accidentally grab me by my hand? Or was it... Before I was able to collect my thoughts, I almost lost my balance but I quickly double quick time my footing and was able to regain my balance and followed her pace.

As we strode down the hallway, many people were looking at us with curiosity but Maria didn’t seem to be bothered about their stares and her hand was still holding on to mine. (I was not sure why they were looking at us at that moment. I only knew the reason later.) Gradually, I felt sudden warmth developing in my heart and a slight grin lit across my face. I started to examine her hands. Her hand was small; in fact against the backdrop of my palm, her hand looked extremely small, almost like a child. My right thumb began to slowly feel the back of her left hand in a circle. Her skin was very smooth and silky, and there were not any signs of spots or wounds or scars or blemishes. There were also no visible veins on the surface of her hand, probably because her hand was slightly fleshier. My thumb glided gently across her skin effortlessly. The tenderness of her hand and how small her hand felt in my palm, made me felt like I should be handling it with care.
Playfully, I gave her hand a gentle squeeze and her fingers responded by wiggled a bit. Maria turned back thinking I wanted to ask her something, instead I gave her a wide sunshine smile and she flipped her eyes upwards, giving me that “What the hell…” expression before she turned her head to the front.

I began imagining myself sitting down in a Simba Twister armchair, naked. And Maria squatting down in front of me, looking at me with a CFM look and putting her tender hands on my fully erected penis.
Her tiny fingers would wrap around my dick and gradually move her fingers up and down my metal rod, slowly peeling its skin down, revealing its swollen head. Occasionally, she would tease me by using her index finger to brush across the lips of my erection lightly, sending short pulses of ecstasy through my body.
A bit of pre-cum began to ooze out from the mouth of my rod and Maria would playfully dip her index finger onto my pre-cum, spread it around my dick head and back to the mouth again, and tap her index finger over the lips repeatedly with some of my pre-cum still on it.

Feeling an intense buildup of elation, I thrust my hips back and forth several times, encouraging her to be more adventurous…